Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I was trembling with fear, hiding behind the bed before my legs gave out and I collapsed to the ground.

That man, covered in tattoos, was leaning against his car, just staring at me.

It felt like he was purposefully watching me struggle.

Suddenly, sirens blared, and the old steel mill was surrounded.

James turned pale, and the two of them, forgetting about me, tried to run but were quickly pinned down by the police.

Crouched on the floor, hugging my knees, and without my pants, fear gripped me...

When the police burst in, the man finally took off his sunglasses and wig, walking over to drape his jacket over my shoulders. "Useless."

I was shaking, looking at the man in front of me. His tattoos were all fake, and he had put on a thick layer of foundation, but I could still recognize him... It was Bran, the high school student.

His getup really did make him look like a gang member.

Looking up at Bran, for some reason, a wave of grievance surged through me, and I started to sob. "Where's Colin...?"

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Bran frowned. "Big sis, if you keep being foolish, he's going to end up dead because of you."

Tears hit the ground as I looked down.

"He's been watching Mrs. Fitzgerald for you, knowing she'd team up with Damian. He told you to stay home, but you just had to go see her..." Bran dropped his cigarette butt and stamped it out. "Though I guess it's not too bad that you're a bit foolish, but you can't be too naive, this is different from before..."

Bran stopped mid-sentence, just staring at me suspiciously. "Sometimes I really wonder, are you truly Phoebe Caldwell?"

My heart skipped a beat, nervously looking at Bran. "What happened to Colin?"

"How else could I help the police catch these rats, and by extension, lure out the human traffickers behind them, if not by using you as bait?" Bran said nonchalantly.

Obviously, he had used me as bait.

"Colin... knew about this?" I clenched my hands, relieved but also heartbroken.

Did Colin know I was taken away,

and did he cooperate with the police to use me to lure out James and his accomplices, as well as the human trafficking ring behind them?

Even though... this strategy was effective, capturing these people might lead to solving past cases of missing children.

But why did it still hurt?

"You better get back, or he's going to kill himself," Bran said with a furrowed brow.

"Clarify that..." I grabbed Bran's arm.

"How could he let you be in danger? If he saw what happened just now, nobody here would survive! You know he doses control just by being near you, yet you keep putting him in danger. If I had let him come here, he'd spend the rest of his life in a mental institution!" Bran was losing control of his emotions.

"I tricked him into the basement, locked him in a room..." Bran lowered his voice. "Hurry up and come with me. If you don't, he's going to go mad in there."

I knew what Bran was worried

about. James and his accomplices were key figures; they couldn't die now But if Colin had come first, they surely would have been killed...

Colin would have killed James and his accomplices, so Bran was right to act this way.

But if Colin was locked away, knowing I was in danger, he really might harm himself!

Ignoring the pain in my legs, I scrambled to my feet and ran outside.

Barefoot, my foot was pierced by a nail on the ground, and the pain brought me to my knees.

But I couldn't care about that now.

Colin...

If he couldn't see me, he would keep punishing himself.

"The traffickers have been caught, and these two have been arrested, thanks to your information."

Robin had arrived, intercepting the traffickers outside.

Robin shook hands with the police officers, looking at me anxiously. "Foebe, are you alright?"

I looked at Robin, my eyes welling up. "Take me home, Colin's there... take me back."

Bran was right, if I returned late, Colin really might end up killing himself.